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She is incredible. Astounding. Amazing. There aren’t enough adjectives in the English language to describe her. And if anyone can find Lucian Drakos—and even more importantly, his father—then it’s our girl.
I clear my mind and focus on Anikêtos. His snort of derision soon fills my head. What is it now, annoying human child?
“Guys, meet Elpis. She’s Ani’s mate. And she’s going to be your ride as soon as Ani and I have Alexandros.”
It’s love that makes us afraid—afraid of losing what we have. Some might say that makes us weak, but I prefer to believe it gives us our greatest strength.
“Ani?” The way his dark eyes light up when he sets them on his old friend has me ready to burst with happiness despite the circumstances that brought us all here. Ani snorts, and a thick cloud of smoke plumes from his nostrils. It is about time, Dragon Whisperer.
Ophelia Hart is my addiction. My ruin and my redemption.
“I always loved Xavier and Axl in my own way, Malachi. But it was not until I found and turned you, a boy who sacrificed the only thing he had to end the suffering of his beloved horse, that I was able to recall that such pure selflessness exists in this world. You allowed that part of my heart to beat again, Malachi. Even if it did not beat with the strength it should, it was you who reminded me it was still there. You are one of the most incredible souls I have ever known, and I thank all the stars in the universe and all the demons in the netherworld that I found you.”
I understand so little of his old life. His old world, filled with dragons and oaths and prophecies. But whatever happens next, I’m all in.
“No.” I shake my head. “They were your sisters. And your own mother. You adored them, Lucian. I know you did.” Tears stream down my face, and I am unable and unwilling to stop them. They were everything to me, but that does not mean I am not a monster.
She’s more than incredible. She is everything. She is mine. Ours. She is Ophelia Hart, still the most powerful being in the universe, with or without her light.
My beautiful, gentle elementai. No longer the Chosen One or the world’s redemption—simply my chosen one and the redeemer of my soul.
I will let you in on a few little secrets, faithful reader. It still rains when I’m sad. I can still heal bites from my mates without the need of their saliva. And sometimes, when I really concentrate and flick my wrists in exactly the right way, I can still summon Dragonfyre.
